"How are we unfamiliar? Look, this is already our third chance encounter." Mo Lian blinked and his hand's motions paused. He suddenly realized that in the three times they had met, he coincidentally just happened to witness this child committing a crime every single time…
"This is probably preordained destiny, right!" Mo Lian remarked with a chuckle. With a swish of his fingers, a black five-finger width and seven-inches long object that resembled a ferule appeared in his hand.
"From now on, use this to hit someone. It's nimble and easy to use." Mo Lian placed the ferule into the child's hand before distastefully glancing at the brick on the floor. "Don't keep something that filthy. It would fall apart with a few slams; it's so impractical. This is better and very sturdy, so slam it however you wish. It won't break!"
The two accompanying youths in black nearly fell onto the ground…
